Hey there folks. Short and sweet again, because I have lots of nothing to do in a hurry.
I cannot wait for tomorrow night. Why? Buffalo wing heaven and some other stuff! Glorious wings in different tones thanks to my father who has to accommodate the eclectic palates of us wing freaks. So look for my post whining about how bad my mouth hurts, and how I have lost all senses except the 6th which should have given me the heads up on how much pain I would soon be in. (I am kidding...I am the wing Queen.*)
And for some amusement:
A member of Corel's technical support team received a call from a harried legal secretary with a problem. Her company had just upgraded their software from WordPerfect 8.0 to WordPerfect 10, and she had an urgent technical question. She said, "In WordPerfect 8, I would hit the tab key to get a tab. What key do I hit in WordPerfect 10?" The Tech support person sat in silence wondering if he had become the victim of a prank. He tentatively answered, "The tab key?" and waited for the punch line. The response he got was not a joke. "Oh, that worked!" the woman happily replied and hung up.
Funny. Not funny. Who cares?!
We ring in the new year tomorrow and that is pretty freakin cool!
*I've only actually cried once, possibly twice due to the seriously sick hotness of the wings.
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house I searched for the tools to hand to my spouse.
Instructions were studied and we were inspired, in hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required."
The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds, while Dad and I faced the evening with dread: a kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's townhouse to boot! And now, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot!
We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat— let no parts be missing or parts incomplete!
Too late for last-minute returns or replacement; if we can't get it right, it goes straight to the basement! When what to my worrying eyes should appear but 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear,
With each part numbered and every slot named, so if we failed, only we could be blamed. More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out, all over the carpet they were scattered about.
"Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there! Slide on the seats, and staple the stair! Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand." "Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."
And then in a twinkling, I knew for a fact that all the toy dealers had indeed made a pact to keep parents busy all Christmas Eve night with "assembly required" till morning's first light.
We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work, till our eyes, they went blurry; our fingers all hurt. The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thin before we attached the last rod and last pin.
Then laying the tools away in the chest, we fell into bed for a well-deserved rest. But I said to my husband just before I passed out, "This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.
Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring, and not run to the store for one single thing! We did it! We did it! The toys are all set for the perfect, most magical, Christmas, I bet!"
Then off to dreamland and sweet repose I gratefully went, though I suppose there's something to say for those self-deluded— I'd forgotten that BATTERIES are never included!
I was having some difficulty getting Zachary to go to bed tonight. I normally would use the usual "just go to sleep" trick, but it seems he is getting a wee bit smarter. So I had to call in the Clause Man.
Yes. I resorted to calling actual buds (Thank you Eddie aka Daddy and crew). Let me tell you something...Mr. I-forgot-your-name-pretending-to-be-Santa you are the best kinda friend ever. I really appreciated the time you took to speak with my son. I know I have no problem anymore with the belief.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
(Lyn is currently plucking the grey hairs out of her scalp for fun. Each strand is given a name in place of her sanity. If you have any name suggestions please leave them in the comment section.)
OK. So my Christmas tree is up. The stockings are hung and the gifts are all wrapped and ready for giving. I am so proud of myself. For the first time EVER I am done before Christmas Eve. I even managed to make cookies, truffles, and bon bons last night. All I have to do now is kick back, relax, and enjoy the holiday.
Now I am off to work to help the frazzled Mom and Dads shop for their loved ones.
I know that working in the retail world I should shudder at the very thought of Christmas, but I really do enjoy it. Of course, every so often I get an insane person who thinks the world revolves around them, and why am I not bowing down before them and meeting all of their demands. I can say this with pride, and some of my friends who are reading this know exactly what I am saying.
I am locked and loaded with a smile! Kapow! Take that grumpy non-coupon holder who still wants the discount!
Oh. I am sorry. What was that last thing you said? Go to where? Nice!
And so I am going to leave you with a Christmas song that has absolutely nothing to do with the grumpy grinch.
It does make me giggle, and snort, and at times wallow in water.
I don't know what I'd do without my morning dose of Good Morning America. I've been watching for almost five years now. I started watching when Zachary was born and I started with the early morning feedings. It then became part of my routine.
Well, I will still be watching each morning, but without Diane Sawyer. She is set to replace Charles Gibson on ABC World News. Farewell Diane. Maybe I'll start watching ABC World News now.
At the end of the show today they sang "Why do you Build me up Buttercup" by the Foundations. I was searching and came across this video, which of course is not serious at all. Great song. Silly video. Enjoy!
Hello there everyone. I hope all is well. All smiles and lots of love here.
It has been a few days, but that's all because I was sucked in by the History channel. I finally came to my senses last night, but somehow was drawn to the Animal Planet channel. Please don't get the wrong impression here. I love to read and watch movies if they are worth it.
It's the Christmas Season which means I get a bit stressed. I battle the stress with humor. Laughter defeats all evil (well except the maniacle sort).
So Karen had this Christmas Meme that I thought might be fun and insightful. Well I guess that would be on how I were to answer.
Well let's see what happens shall we?
Warning: The answers given may or may not be entirely true. The author has an evil Hamster, an Oracle Cat, and the Wisen LintBball from which the child extracted a button.
Onward we go:
1. Have you started your Christmas shopping? Yes. And I am so proud of myself this year. 2. Tell me about one of your special traditions. Well it's not now, but when we were kids my Father would blast Alvin & the Chipmunks on Christmas morning. I loved that!
3. When do you put up your Tree? It's up and it is the sweetest tree ever. It's not big at all, but Zach loves it.
4. Are you a Black Friday shopper? Hee...Haw....OOps yup. I'll take the sounding like a Jackass, but I really enjoyed shopping that day. 5. Do you Travel at Christmas or Stay home? Stay home. We do everything Christmas Eve with the extended family and Christmas day is all about the immediate...The kids mostly.
6. What is your funniest Christmas memory? Thinking that I had bestested one of my girl friends on the empty box within a box within a box and she got me back with the over taped box within an overtaped box... 7. What is your favorite Christmas Movie of all time? A Christmas Carol 8. Do you do your own Christmas baking? Yes. Of course I do. What’s your favorite treat? Bon Bons 9. Fake or Real Tree? Fake is the new real. Lay off chopping the little ones please.
10. What day does the actual panic set in to get it all done? It doesn't. I am good. I am pretty sure that members of my family are still wrapping.
11. Are you still wrapping presents on Christmas Eve? Of course! I find little things to get for my boys.
12. What is your favorite family fun time at Christmas?When we do games. Dominoes..Cards...Trivia. Dominoes being the best!! 13. What Christmas craft do you like the best? Cooking. 14. Christmas music? Yes or No, and if yes What is your favorite song?
15. When do you plan to finish all your shopping? I am done. I think. ;) Do you want to play along?
Just simply copy and paste the questions into your blog, and then answer them.
•When you post on your blog, please spread some Christmas Cheer, and leave a link back to the blogger who started the meme: Heather @ (Top 10 Christmas) Heather would like any blogger to participate in this meme, so let her know if you do it.
Have you met my pet hamster yet? I don't believe I formally introduced him. His name is Bob. I brought lovely Bob into our family as a way to teach my son Zach some responsibility (he feeds Bob & gives him treats with my help.) Awe. Isn't that cute?
That is as close as I can get to a picture of Bob. I had one, but it was so blurry it looked like a rat behind bars. So this will have to do.
Bob, who had been the cutest, most adorable hammy ever, suddenly got a bit aggressive and big. Holy crap! How much is he actually eating? Is Zach feeding him while I am not paying attention? How many people in this house are giving him special treats? Weeeelllll.
Mister Bob was not too happy to find out that I was onto his game. No more of that overindulgence for you.
Oops. I guess I must have pissed him off, because he freaked out. Not at first mind you. I got out of work two nights ago to him acting weird. It was very late and I was tired so I didn't really care that he was fussing. I figured I'd sleep right through it.
Next morning I am getting Zach's clothes and what the hell is that running across the baseboard. That little freak escaped. Bob was on the run. FYI if you are new to this blog I have a cat named Zona. The funny thing was that Bob was running for his life from corner to corner and room to room, while Ms. Zona yawned on my bed. She is such a snob. Don't get me wrong here. She definitely would have swiped him up...If he had come within the 18" circumference of her personal space.
Let me get to the point here. This is how the Bobster was taken down. After many failed attempts at being nice and humane I had to put the gloves on. Seriously. I have a pair of ski gloves with grip palm that I only bust out in extreme weather. (Did I tell you that Bob bites hard?) So we trap Bob in the laundry room knowing the only possible escape route without eating through something. Mom puts Ms. Zona in there and shuts all the doors. Wouldn't you know it Bob pops right out and, much to his dismay, is caught and returned to his home.
I was told by a few people today that he may be getting frustrated. By which I mean he has no mate. Sorry Bob. If you intend to get a mate you might want to ask Santa. Right now I believe you are getting coal. This hardly upsets you because you eat anything given to you. Sigh.
The result of the Bob chase: Lyn being seriously pissed:expected. Z-man finding the Santa stash: Ouch! Grandma giggling because...Well...It is seriously funny: Fantastic! Bob the Hamster:: bringing me to my knees: I'd say priceless but well I don't have them and Hey where's da carrot you said I'd get..he..he.
Oh. I see I am done here. Isn't pleasant when we can just smile even though your butt hurts. I think that calls for a song..
Hey there everyone. While I was browsing some books the other day I came across one called This is why you're fat. by Jessica Amason & Richard Blakeley. It is chock full of the world's most disgustingly fattening and at times frighteningly delicious food. I went to the website, which I have linked for you above, and had fun imagining who came up with this stuff.
Most of the food looks like the product of a night of too much partying, getting the munchies, and throwing together everything you'd crave in a year into one creation.
I had so many favorites to choose from, but one photo, in particular, took the prize home. I am a carnivore. If you put meat and potatoes in front of me I eat the meat first, and then go for the potatoes if I feel like it. Get a load of this sucker!
The Big Fat Ugly
A sandwich filled with four cheeseburgers, a double cheesesteak, a chicken cheesesteak, gyro meat, grilled chicken, bacon, sausage, mozzarella sticks, chicken fingers, chicken nuggets, mac n’ cheese bites, fried mushrooms, jalapeño poppers, pizza bites, onion rings, hash browns, American cheese, mayo, and ketchup on two rolls.
(Submitted by Zeefermadness via fatsandwichcompany)
Can you say gluttony ladies & gentlemen? I'd hate to be the significant other of the person who ate that and then went to bed. The gas produced from that bad boy could heat the house for an entire day mid-winter.